The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-08-25

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presence, she had been blind. and deaf.
and had not understood.
will not chronicle tho answer she
gave him. There are some things 80
simple in their honesty, and yet 80 So
cred, that they cannot be written. She
opened her heart to him, and laid it
bare in his presence; and as no heard
the tale of sweet and lonely life, tho
tears stood in his eyes, and he was
better and q nobler man in that hour
than he had been in all his life before.
She made one condition. Twas SIM
pie but from it no eloquence no entreaty
could move her. ,asss.ssi2ss.r
"You must leave me for three months.
In that time do not see me. IL you find
you have misread your heart L shall
know il and hold you in no blame, and
you shall not como back to me. If l
see you here when the day of Punishment
has ended, you will have my answer"
When the clerk, tho schoolmaster
and the superintendent OF tanners came
to breakfast on the following morning,
one chair was vacant, and all the an
swer Miss Denny could give, had no
consolation in it-for they had como
to like the fellow, and to defend HIM
stoutly against the insinuations of baf-
fled curiosity. "He babe mo goodbye
last night" she said, "and left on the
up coach at dawn. He did not tell me
where he was going, and he may never
come back" And then wave ofspecu-
lation swept over the village for nine
days and was still.
The shock headed boy was at the
post Office when the night coach dashed
up, and when the man from Nod alight-
ed, it was the boy who took his smallest
satchel with the unconscious command
cry of old acquaintance, and it was the
boys sturdy legs that. of their own
volition, started the brief procession
towards Miss Denny's house. But as
the man and the larger satchel meekly
followed, it is to be presumed that on
this occasion the juvenile instinct was
not in fault. At the gate the guide was
fed handsomely and dismissed.
The man from Nod was certainly not
asleep this time. Dropping his satchel
on the grass, he passed through the
empty and unlighted parlor, went into
the dining-room only to find it deserted,
and passed from thence on into the
kitchen, where he heard well-beloved
voice singing softly to herself.
If, as he afterward told her, his heart
chad grown hungry for her." it
must have been Toasted and fed
on the mamma of heaven then. Her
white arms were bare to the ell
bows, huge apron hung as shield be-
tween tho dishpan and the spotless
lawn about her, there was blue rlp-
bon at her throat, flush on her cheek
and into her eyes flashed q sudden
light, and the dullest "laggard in love-"
of all the land could have translated.
The China teacup in her hand was IN
danger, when no closed in upon her.
II he had not kissed her then, or had
felt that his duty was done In kissing
her once, all the dark insinuations OF
the woman over tho way ought to have
been true against him, for the very
credit of mankind. :.
II have done your bidding
he said an hour later, as they
stood together under the honey
suckle vines. IT have not written
to you. The road has been q hard one,
but it has been good for my soul, and
| it has brought me back to you. IL mas
shown that there is no doubt and nc
shadow of turning in my love for you.
"You missed me, thenT
ain every moment OF tho time."
"You love me, them" :,
ION my soul, love you. knew n
when you sent me away. knowit bet
ter now. And you ?" :,
All the answer that sho gave, and al
the answer that he sought was this; She
laid her hands in his, and with her heac
upon his breast, she whispered: 81 have
given my life into your keeping. M,
faith goes with it. Lead me where yo'
will"
But of me-my home, my life, ny
past"
II ask you nothing. Let the future
tell. Where love can go, faith mus
have strength to follow!
The minister who had baptized he
when babe, stood before them in the
mornings dawn, and pronounced thu
sacred words that welded two lives a
one. The early coach that brough
three passenger into town, carried nv
away; and the dear places that ha'
known Miss Denny for these many years
knew her no moro forever.-J. II
Kennedy, in Chicago Current.
II,,ut;uu Eour-Teaf Glover.